"The known interprets the obscure, the universe is alive with myth.” - Ernest FenolosaA friend let me borrow a wonderful picture of her from eastern Europe. It has in it qualities which I struggled for months to find the write words to accompany it. Magic, innocence, a sense of foreboding, even. They are all in it. She looks at once trapped, but dreaming of a future in which the young man...a wooden gnome of sorts, next to her...seems happy to help her dream.Something real, something obscure, something small, but the stuff of poetry, of being alive, of pulling forward into today vague myths of yesterday.Read it on my poetry page. I hope you enjoy it!

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I have been writing for a long time...but recently became serious about it due to Scribd, where I have over 1,200 followers and over 170,000 readings of over 100 pieces. Links to some of those on the relevant pages on this site.